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"And did you really walk," said I,
 * "On such a wretched night?

I always fancied ghosts could fly— If not exactly in the sky,
 * Yet at a fairish height."

"It's very well," he said, "for kings
 * To fly above the earth:

But Phantoms often find that wings, Like many other pleasant things,
 * Cost more than they are worth.